Correction Lyrics The Hatred by Eminem

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I plead, forever thuggin' on a quest to get G's
Runnin' from enemies, ever since the days of the seed
I'm under pressure, the stress will have me drinkin'
Thinkin' n***as after me must too much paranoid to blink
Wonder why the police don't wanna see me stackin' G's
They after a player, but I won't let 'em capture me
I gotta thank the Lord for the weed and the nicotine
I can't sleep, close my eyes and see wicked demons
I keep my pistol by my bedside, one in the chamber
Preoccupied with homicide, my life's in danger
Rollin' down a 4-5, beware of strangers
Hand on my .45, that's what the fame does
I'm probably wrong, but I'll never know it 'till I'm gone
From out the ghetto, where the jealous motherf**kers roam
Pass the weed, let that Hennessy get to me before the penitentiary

The last straw I ain't wanna shatter your glass jaw
I rather blast it to levels that's past yours
And left you all alone among the dumb
How you gone win a one on one were I'm from?
That's like throwing Pun a gun and trying to run
With no equal-belia, I turn a mil-lion, now its really on
Squeeze a mil-lion, freeze is killin' 'em
Leave'em chillin' in front of a buildin'-on
Squinting like he swallow hel-ium, the streets of Vietnam
An I'm the perfect weapon, who wanna learn they lesson
I burn they vest in less than thirty seconds
Teflon the steel lets get it on for real
I penetrate any plate with the fifty-mack god-drunill
I'm hard to kill like Aids, ganja still I blaze
You want the real I'm craze, don't ever play around
I blaze you down like you weigh a pound
An spray the town with the mack hundred eighty rounds
I'm been out, I'm deadly when I pull my pen out
Keep frontin', I'mma try yo' chin out, I knocked a lot of men out
I left 'em on the floor spittin' phlegm out
It's either that or I'mma squeeze the gat and pop 10 out
MC Corleone, ice spinnin', jigged out, white linen
And if a b*t*h don't like me, she must like women
Everytime I come around, you see your wife grinnin'
Don't be mad 'cause yo' career is in the 9th innin'?
It's over now, n***a, leave the game
I'm from the danger zone where MCs get slain
Where thugs will never hesitate to squeeze the flame
Where n***as be takin' drugs just to ease the pain
Hustlers flip cokey, 48 Hours like Nick Nolte
When I was OT, your b*t*h wrote me
First day home, I dived in it, left her thighs dented
Now that b*t*h be pagin' me every 5 minutes
MCs I squash in disgrace and if it's all about the Benjis
So why your bills got Washington's face?
A lot of cats be frontin', mad singles with a 50 on top
L is tryin' to have the city on lock
Peace to Biggie and 'Pac, 'cause they really were hot
Rap game, heavy hitters, it's a shame they no longer wit us
n***as want to be L, ladies want to see L
If I go to jail, you'll wear a shirt sayin' "Free L!", what?
Grillin' you, starin' you down with a Gremlin grin
I'm Eminem, you're a fag in a women's gym
I'm Slim, the Shady is really a fake alias
To save me with in case I get chased by space aliens
A brainiac with a cranium packed full of more uranium
Than a maniac Saudi Arabian
A highly combustible head, spasmastic
Strapped to a Craftmatic adjustable bed
Laid up in the hospital in critical condition
I flatlined, jumped up and ran from the mortician
High speed, IV full of Thai weed
Lookin' Chinese with my knees stuck together like siamese
Twins, joined at the groin like lesbians
(Uh) pins and needles, hypodermic needles and pins
I hope God forgives me for my sins
It probably all depends on if I keep on killin' my girlfriends

'Cause any man who would jump in front of a minivan
For 20 grand, a bottle of pain pills and a minithin
Is f**kin' crazy (crazy)
You hear me? Huh?
It's f**kin' crazy (listen)
'Cause any man who would jump in front of a minivan
For 20 grand, a bottle of pain pills and a minithin
Is just f**kin' crazy, do you hear me? Is f**kin' crazy

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